The Quilt

Adriana my daughter once made a remark of my inability to finish what I started over a fail attempt to complete a little quilt I half made for her.  Back then life was not good -it seems we were all gasping for air (not to make excuses) and quilting was certainly not my craft and so, with uneven stitches, patches and squares, the project was never finalized.

For years living in a closet the quilt never failed to remind me of things more bitter than sweet.

So old and soft (almost a rag by now), the stitches tell the story of my desperate attempts to create happiness for my daughter when happiness was impossible. The colors matching those she was born loving, bright yellows and greens, patches of blue fabric with little fishes to remind her of the land we came from. The pattern itself a simple square with triangles creating stars -like the beautiful star she has become, despite my failures at quilting and most important mothering. 
Truly, life has been the hardest patchwork ever -this time around I only hope to finish better than when I started and never stop stitching love into my daughter's life, those will never come undone, will always hold, will last forever.

The imperfect unfinished quilt never to be found again.